The same is the field, the difference in strength, maybe one in the sky and one underground.

The realm released by an ordinary immortal Venerable is not inversely proportional to the realm released by a person like Bai Su.

And the Netherworld Fantasy City, which can transform into a living spirit, is the primary condition for the realm to be promoted to a kingdom.

According to legend, only when you wait until the realm of the Immortal Emperor can you transform into a living soul in your own realm.

Mo Yue rebuilt in this life, resonating with the ancient holy land of the clan, it seems that there is really a great harvest.

Mo Yue looked arrogant and said, "That's right, the moment I am promoted to the Immortal King, the realm will be able to become a kingdom." The moment I am promoted to the Immortal Emperor, the kingdom will transform into a world. Although this little yellow croaker is very weird, he can't imagine how much chance I have for the sin. ”

In the desert, the yellow croaker is very calm.

Look around.

He stood on a lively street.

There are vendors shouting on both sides, and pedestrians coming and going.

There was a monkey on the overpass ahead, and a group of passers-by laughed from time to time.

On the right, there is a child sucking his fingers, looking at the sugar gourd seller, and crying. His mother took his hand and reprimanded him loudly.

There is a wonton stall in the back right, a few tables, three or five people, eating wontons while chatting with the boss.

Behind is a green building, and several bewitching women on the window are shaking handkerchiefs and shouting: Uncle, son, come and play......

Everything is exactly the same as the real thing.

If you don't examine it carefully, Huang Xiaoyu even feels like you've crossed the desert.

Travel to a certain dynasty, to a certain place.

Mo Yue really has the qualifications to be arrogant.

It was able to make the Netherworld Fantasy City exactly as it was real.

If it weren't for him refining the Holy Soul, I'm afraid that just this moment, he would have to be immersed in this world, and he would never be able to transcend his life, and he would never be able to jump out.

Huang Xiaoyu was curious.

Curious about Moyue, an immortal venerable, what chance did he get? It can make the realm so powerful.

What's next? Just trapping him? It's time to kill it.

A sedan chair was carried over in front of him.

Majestic.

Dozens of officers and soldiers opened the way, with tall heads and horses, armed with sharp swords, and murderous.

The crowd shouted, "Lord Chen is here!" Master Chen is here! Lord Qingtian is here! ”

The sedan chair stopped beside Huang Xiaoyu.

The car door slowly opened.

An old woman came out of it.

The old woman looked kind and kind, smiled slightly, looked at Huang Xiaoyu, complained for three points, doted on seven, and said, "This child, when you see your mother, don't you come to say hello?" ”

That's right, the person who got out of the sedan chair turned out to be Huang Xiaoyu's mother.

The sound and smile, every word and deed, and even a subtle and almost imperceptible expression are all exactly the same.

Even if Huang Xiaoyu refined the Holy Soul, he almost believed it.

The old woman got off the sedan chair, glared at him, and said with a smile: "Call Mom!" ”

Huang Xiaoyu smiled: "Moyue, interesting? ”

The old woman was stunned.

The whole street, all the people, were stunned.

It's like Huang Xiaoyu's sentence is a spell.

The moment he spoke, time stood still.

All motionless.

In addition to the old woman, and a maid in front of the palanquin, there was also a guard.

The old woman turned into Moyue's appearance.

The maid turned into a white su.

The guards are naturally the Green Emperor.

Emperor Qing frowned, looked at Mo Yue, who was stunned, and asked, "What's the matter?" Didn't you say that a city is a lifetime of life? Didn't you say that you can trap Huang Xiaoyu here, sink into the illusory world for eternity, and don't know what is out there? Your Netherworld City has been arranged, and you have even used the Dream Butterfly Technique, why haven't you been able to control him? Why is this kid still sane? ”

Mo Yue squinted her eyes and looked at Huang Xiaoyu incredulously.

That's right!

Why?

The soul of the yellow croaker is just seven colors.

And hers, it's ten colors.

Her Netherworld Fantasy City, when arranged, borrowed a trace of the power of the ancient savage belief in the resonance clan totem.

Why is Huang Xiaoyu okay?

It's useless to say more now.

However, Mo Yue was surprised and did not panic.

Including the Qingdi, the same is true.

The realm is there.

In the end, Huang Xiaoyu is only in the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

It's nothing more than a cultivation technique, a little weird, a little mysterious.

He wants to single out Mo Yue? No way.

If you want to single out the Qingdi, it is even more impossible.

What's more, now Huang Xiaoyu is facing Mo Yue, Qingdi and Bai Su alone.

Mo Yue looked at him for a long time and said with a smile: "Interesting." It's really interesting. Since I started my studies and re-cultivated, I have always felt that in this life, if anyone can be called my opponent, it must be one of my ten senior sisters and sisters. I never thought you would be so difficult. Awesome...... It's a pity...... It's a pity ......"

Huang Xiaoyu: "What is a pity? ”

Mo Yue: "It's a pity that your mother didn't call out." Originally, I wanted you to call your mother twice. Alas...... My good son, why can't you satisfy your mother's heart? ”

Huang Xiaoyu sneered: "You can satisfy your father's heart." ”

Mo Yue raised her eyebrows: "Huh? I heard you right, what did you say? ”

Huang Xiaoyu slowly spit out a few words: "Call Dad!" ”

Mo Yue was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "My brother Xiaoyu, are you having a bad brain." Your soul has only seven colors. What if you stole the Holy Soul? The destined person chosen by the Sage of the Resonance Clan is here. In normal times, you may still have the opportunity to refine. But the destined person is close at hand, and the Holy Soul and the destined person will resist outsiders ten thousand times more than before. That sinking illusion of yours is useless to me. Besides, it's in my field now. Although you can barely resist the coercion of the realm, but here, you want to control me? Simply ......"

Huang Xiaoyu laughed.

He said lightly: "It seems that what I said just now was not clear enough. The tone is not strict enough, so I'll put it another way. ”

His face sank suddenly, he took off his shoes, stretched out his feet, and said coldly: "Kneel down and call Dad!" ”

There are no legal fluctuations.

No power fluctuations.

In Emperor Qing's opinion, Huang Xiaoyu is now completely hard-mouthed and playing tricks.

However, the next moment, what happened shocked him.

Mo Yue was in a daze......

Mo Yue's eyes were in a trance, and after a moment, they returned to normal.

Mo Yueqiao's face was shy and timid, as if in bed, Ailang, who was put on her arm around Xiaoman's waist and output from behind, made a rude request.

She was embarrassed, but she knelt down obediently.

Kneeling beside Huang Xiaoyu's legs, lying on the ground, holding Huang Xiaoyu's feet, and kissing them gently.

After a long while, he raised his head, his face was red, and he shouted shyly: "Dad......"

(End of chapter)